In fact, when Li Anlan took his first bite of pot-wrapped pork, half of his anger was gone.
The exterior is crispy and the meat is very smooth. Although the heat and taste are not as good as those of high-end hotel chefs, they can still beat ordinary restaurants.
I also ate a piece of sweet potato leaf mixed with tomato sauce. The taste was a bit novel and not bad.
Especially when I think about what Xu Zian said about the problem of pesticide residues, I feel that he is not as foolhardy as he seems, and is quite careful sometimes.
Just like this old hen soup.
Li Anlan also visited the nearby farmer's market twice, but there were no old hens for sale at all.
He probably traveled a long way to go to the big market to buy it.
I am also full of expectations for the old hen soup.
But after the meal was done, Xu Zian ran away again like a mouse seeing a cat.
Li Anlan was angry again for no reason.
I unconsciously picked up my phone and took a picture. Is it that I look so scary?
It's hard to talk to anyone when they meet.
But anger is anger, and Li Anlan's eating was not affected.
This is definitely not because Xu Zian's cooking is delicious, but for the sake of the child who is still breastfeeding.
Li Anlan thought silently.
After the meal, Li Anlan didn't clear away the dishes.
Just put it on the dining table.
She knew about the three leave notes written by Xu Zian, so she would definitely come before dinner.
Now that I can't find a suitable nanny, it would be nice to have a mutated Erha who is a good cook to cook.
She doesn't know how to cook and has already had enough takeaways.
Li Anlan found a reason to comfort herself.
Women, especially women who are new mothers.
The mood changes are always confusing.
This time Xu Zian was anxious to run away, not entirely because he was afraid that Li Anlan would teach him a lesson about the nanny.
Instead, I thought of a good snack project and discussed it with my roommates during the lunch break.
The three disabled friends came back from the classroom. After a while, the dormitory that Xu Zian worked so hard to clean yesterday changed back to its original appearance.
In addition to the black footprints made of melted snow, there were also cigarette butts and a few crumpled beer cans on the ground.
The whole house was surrounded by blue smoke, and the hot pot was bubbling. The sight of Sun Wukong was so irritating to the eyes.
"Let's get over it, you just want to die! We'll be crying at noon."
Xu Zian hadn't had a cigarette for at least more than ten hours, and his heart felt like a cat scratching its claws.
But for the sake of my precious son, I can only send my most sincere blessings to my three damaged friends, "I hope you don't live to be 41, and your lung cancer will be in the advanced stage."
"Tch, if you don't do it, I won't do it. When will we take over North America?"
"If you don't cry, I won't cry, and paying for medical insurance will be in vain."
"That's right, if you don't die, I won't die. The bones will be cremated sooner or later."
"Ah, yes, yes, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, talking nonsense," Xu Zian was amused by the three bad friends, "You guys are talking about cross talk with me, I don't bother to care about you, anyway, we have a son."
"You don't know whose surname your son has yet. He might be the successor."
"That's not right. My goddess is not blind. Can she find this bastard to take over?"
"Old Si, what you said makes sense, Old Xu, could it be that you are really a rich second generation?"
The third friend's eyes lit up, and he eagerly pushed Xu Zian into a corner, "Tell me, are you the second generation of rich people?"
"Yes, we must!" Xu Zian curled his lips.
"My father bought me a house in my hometown last year. When I graduate, I have to repay the loan by myself. Do you think I am a negative second generation?"
"Bah, poor guy."
"Hey, is my goddess really blind?"
"Uncle, please don't talk about my goddess like that!"
There was a lot of fuss and laughter, and finally a few people were able to talk about serious topics.
Lao Si used the end of chopsticks to insert two cuttlefish balls from the hot pot, stuffed them all into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Lao Xu, didn't you ask for leave? Why are you back?"
"It's just that you don't know how happy our three brothers would be without you."
"Well, if only one person takes up the Internet speed, you can watch blockbusters without lag, right?"
Xu Zian said angrily, and then changed the topic, "I thought of a stupid business idea for my second generation. Don't tell me that my brother doesn't miss you. Isn't this coming back again?"
Glancing at the cigarette on the table, Xu Zian swallowed his saliva, endured the craving for cigarettes and spoke proudly, "You don't know how my child begged me to ask me to accompany her every night."
My chin almost touched the roof of the house.
The three losers were eating hot pot and had no time to talk to Xu Zian.
But the middle fingers raised in unison clearly showed their attitude.
The fourth child even looked out the window to see if there was any old cow flying in the sky.
"Tch, believe it or not, in one sentence, you can do it or not."
Xu Zian finally couldn't help but take out a cigarette, but after thinking about it, he just sniffed it and put it down silently.
What he got in return was the ridicule of Sanshouyou, "Tch!"
"Coward."
"It's a dead thing."
"Really, I've already thought of the slogan." Xu Zian started to perform in a high voice.
"You're taking the master's degree, he's taking the Ph.D., I'll bake the sweet potatoes, grill the sweet potatoes, grill the sweet potatoes. They're delicious and don't make you angry. Eat more and you won't get constipated. The roasted sweet potatoes are hot."
"On a cold day, with trembling hands, your girlfriend and you will go separate ways, and a roasted sweet potato will keep you warm all night long!"
"You lose in the game, you fail in the exam, your boyfriend always cheats on you at night, a roasted sweet potato will last you and make you love!"
The second child sneered when he heard this, "You must be reliable. At first glance, I thought you were selling fake medicine."
"What's wrong with you, Lao Xu? The second rapper is going to be a rapper, but your rapper is going to be a rapper?" The fourth child also asked in surprise.
But it also aroused dissatisfaction from the two of them, "Fuck you, uncle."
"Don't tell me that roasted sweet potatoes are really good. The cost is very low and the profit is very high."
However, the third child nodded thoughtfully, "The cost of roasting a pound of sweet potatoes is only more than two yuan, and it can be sold for 10 yuan."
"If the dormitory is closed at night and I sell it for 15 a pound, I will call you foster father!"
"real?"
After hearing what the third child said, the second child also became interested.
Among the four people in the dormitory, only the third is from a rural background. Maybe it’s because of his low self-esteem, but he is usually quite reliable in speaking and doing things.
Not that much moisture.
"Really!" The third child straightened up instantly, "Roasting sweet potatoes is easy. You just need to try it once and master the heat. It's not difficult."
"that is..."
Before the third child finished speaking, Xu Zian continued, "The stove for roasting sweet potatoes is not small, and there is no room to put it."
Then he added, "The third child is indeed my son. I can guess what I am thinking."
Xu Zian worked hard all morning in the pedestrian street to come up with a good idea, but he couldn't let the dull gourd, the third one, steal the spotlight.
"Just put it on the balcony."
"What should I do if I check my bed at night? I can't hide it."
"Only those guys from the student union, how dare I not take advantage of him?" the second child said domineeringly, "As long as he can avoid the big inspection once a month."
"That's it?"
asked the third child.
Xu Zian glanced at the three of them, "Revolver changed to AK, Jetta changed to semi-trailer."
"Just do it!"
